NationStates Jolt Archive

The Caucasian mountain range was a golden yellow tinge in the morning sunlight. The wind was dying down, last night it had thrown an awful storm across the barron rocks and ice - bad even for Russian weather. The Reivan valley was isolated between two towering mountains, the deep ice was an intimidating blue that split down the nearby glacier. In between these pillars of snow and ice was a small compound, camoflaged by the piling masses of white that had wrapped its icy grip around the concrete.

This was one of the last Soviet compounds, and it was the pinnacle of one of the largest terrorist attacks that would ever take place. This was Operation Golden Arms, the last attack of the remainder of the Soviet Terror group.

Few Nations even know that the Soviet Terror group is still in operation, let alone in possession of a nuclear warhead. If the International World found out, there's no knowing what the Soviets would resort to. The Nations that have obtained this intelligence have made and oath to stop them, before the International community is ground to a halt.

OOC: This information is not for use IC, it is just a record of what is present at the base.

Men:
-80 On active guard duty, patrolling the compound, inside and out.
-20 Guarding it.
-50 Resting, not asleep, ready to go in 1 minute from alarm being sounded.
-50 Sleeping, will be ready in 5 minutes from alarm being sounded.

Vehicles:
-5 Stryker APC's (9 troops in each)
-2 T-72 MBT's
-2 HIND-D Gunships (8 troops in each)

Weapons:
-AK 101
-SIG P226
-UZI
-Silenced P90 SMG
-PSG 1 Sniper Rifles
-Browning M2HB .50 Cal MG
-Saiga 12K Shotgun
-M29 Mortar
-LAW
-Stinger Missile

Equipment
-Kevlar + Ceramic Vest
-(some) Night Vision Goggles
-Gas Masks
-Fire proof clothing

All the men are Ex-Spetsnaz, therefore very well trained. The Commander of this base is Comrade Burnitz.

IC: The chill air made the breath of the outer guards freeze as it came out of their mouth. Ice clung to the outer walls of the compound, snow drifts stretched as far as the eye could see, perfect, white, glistening in the golden sun.

Vlad stretched in his guard post, yawning silently. He looked across at Boris, his work mate. Boris was studying a patch of ground, about 200m away. "Movement", he said. Vlad handed him his Sniper Rifle, silenced of course. Boris took aim on the spot and waited until the movement reappeared.

Movement.

*Chink*

"Rabbit."

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OOC: As you can see, this is a map. The outer fence has three security/strength levels. The lower security levels are harder to access, i.e. they are on mountains, nearly impassible unless you have a special mountain team with loads of supplies and heavy survival equipment (no flying possible).

The fence is actually a wall in high security areas. An alarmed electric fence with guards in bunkers along it in medium areas. A barbed wire fence with mines around in the low security areas.

ADP's (Area Denial Pods) are in place in the compound, mounted on the building, covering all of the approaches to the main building. They have night vision sensors and run on their own power due to solar energy storing panels. They fire about 200 mini-rockets (Anti-Personell) in about 10s, and accurate to about 100m. They only fire when an unauthorised movement is detected (all the guards have a patch on them so it recognises them). They are, of course, hard proofed.

Security Camera's are installed on the walls and detect unauthorised motion to set of an alarm.

Guards patrol along high security sections and in the compound, especially near the building.

The walls and buildings are shock-proof concrete/rubber/steel rod alloys. 1-3m thick walls, ceilings and floors. They are EMP hard proofed.

Snipers protect most areas, with hidden MG nests and mortar positions.

Each man (compulsory) -

- Insulated kevlar and ceramic body armour.
- Fir lined, camouflaged and rubber uniforms.
- Water-proof steel capped boots.
- CP Faraday night-infrared vision goggles.
- CP gas mask.
- Steel and water tight canteen.
- 7 inch steel knife concealed in right boot.
- 10 inch kukri blade at the belt.
- 4 standard stick grenades.
- Co-ordinated binoculars.
- Faraday multi-channel radio.
- Complex water-proof, co-ordinated compound map.
- 2 silenced Desert Eagle hand guns at the belt.
- Faraday GPS linked to Brittania's satellite.
- Insulated kevlar helmet.

Alpha team:

1) Captain Naral.
- M16A2 assault rifle.
- 3 smoke hydrocholoric smoke grenades.
- 2 flash bangs.
- 1 Katana.

2) Sniper - Golden Clover.
- CFAR S4A2 Anti-material Sniper Rifle.
- PSG2 Sniper rifle.
- Light weight camouflage throw-over.
- Tripod.
- Maximum scope lense fixings.

3) Close combat expert.
- Spaz shotgun.
- 8 inch extra combat knife concealed in left boot.
- 1 Katana.
- 2 normal smoke grenades.
- (Trained in several forms of martial arts).
- MP5A2 9mm Submachine gun.
- 3 canisters of tear gas.

4) Explosive engineer.
- 1 EMP bomb set.
- 4 blocks of semtex C4.
- Bomb disposal/construction equipment.
- Spare parts pack (wires, fuses etc).
- MP5A2 9mm Submachine gun.
- 5 RB grenades.

5) Medic.
- Advanced first aid kit.
- 5 modules of morphine.
- 5 modules of adrenaline.
- Advanced survival rations.
- 100 m of nylon rope.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.

6) Heavy weapons expert.
- CFAR AM1 Grenade launcher
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- LAW rocket launcher.
- 2 noise grenades.

7) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

8) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

9) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

10) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.


Bravo team:

1) Sergeant Bevene.
- 2 MP5A2 9mm Submachine guns (Ha ha!).
- 3 smoke hydrocholoric smoke grenades.
- 2 flash bangs.
- 1 Katana.

2) Sniper - Silver Horizon.
- CFAR S4A2 Anti-material Sniper Rifle.
- PSG2 Sniper rifle.
- Light weight camouflage throw-over.
- Tripod.
- Maximum scope lense fixings.

3) Close combat expert.
- Spaz shotgun.
- 8 inch extra combat knife concealed in left boot.
- 1 Katana.
- 2 normal smoke grenades.
- (Trained in several forms of martial arts).
- MP5A2 9mm Submachine gun.
- 3 canisters of tear gas.

4) Explosive engineer.
- 1 EMP bomb set.
- 4 blocks of semtex C4.
- Bomb disposal/construction equipment.
- Spare parts pack (wires, fuses etc).
- MP5A2 9mm Submachine gun.
- 5 RB grenades.

5) Medic.
- Advanced first aid kit.
- 5 modules of morphine.
- 5 modules of adrenaline.
- Advanced survival rations.
- 100 m of nylon rope.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.

6) Heavy weapons expert.
- CFAR AM1 Grenade launcher
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- CP H2 81mm mortar.

7) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

8) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

9) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

10) Soldier.
- M16A2 assualt rifle.
- 5 standard stick grenades.
- 1 flash bang.

Captain Naral is in overall charge of the CornixPes special forces. This second in command is obviously Sergeant Bevene, who leads Bravo team. The final third in command is Golden clover the sniper, although he has no experience of team leading.

Both teams have been once normal soldiers, and were the best of the best and promoted to special ops. There they were trained for two years in urban warfare, jungle warfare and mountain survival. Captain Naral and a few of the others have been in National operations before, and have plenty of experience. All know basic martial arts and sharp shooting, and are very fit and able to fight.

They are the best CornixPes II can give. They will succeed.

Trevoris and Dougan sat in their guard tower, to the east of the hanger. Trevoris was dozing, and Dougan was trting to to light a fire without using matches, or, for that matter, wood.

"Damn metal won't light," grumbles Dougan, rubbing two nails together. Then he picks up two steel plates and bangs them together.

Trevoris wakes up.

"What ya doin!" Jerk!"

"Fire won't light."

"You need to put some meths on it then, dumbo."

"Wheres the meths"

"There" Trevoris points at a bottle in the corner.

"OK." Dougan pours the purple meths all over the plate, and himself. "Now what do I do?"...

Faint white wisps of snow billowed up into the air, creating a fine haze as the two huge monsters descended towards the pure landscape. The two black Apache crossbows lowered from the air, their whirring rotor blades creating a counter attack against the battering wind. The slope was steep and dangerous, but it was a blind spot from the compound, situating just over the ridge of one of the mountains. Grinding to a low hover, the entry doors slid open and figures began to drop out, rolling upon impact. Each man was heavily armed and equipped, and as they sprung to their feet, the countless months of training instinctively shuffled them two twin squad lines.

Captain Naral stood out in front of them and pulled his fir-lined hood up. His scarred and experienced face quickly flicked around his surroundings, carefully analysing every probability weighed possibility. He turned and then crouched, scooping up some crystallised snow into his gloved hand and breathing it in, then releasing in one deep sigh.
“Sergeant Bevene, brief the squads.”

Sergeant Bevene stepped out from Bravo team’s line, smirked, and turned towards both squads. He pulled his own hood up, revealing his young, dark skinned face.
“Listen up men! We’ve got a bunch of skinny assed, yellow bellied Soviets down there just waiting for us! I want to see them bleed; I want those muthaf*ckers to kiss your feet! So you, boys, get your butts down there and show them just what CornixPes has to offer! If you die, you die with God damn dignity, and I want to see your corpse surrounded by muthaf*cking Russians begging the Gods to let their sorry asses out of the cold! So, boys, judgment day has arrived, the international community rests in your hands! You are the best of the best, the bees balls, you will not fail! So let’s get the f*ck out there and show those assh*les just what we’re made of!” Roared Bevene as he strode across the line looking into each pair of eyes, “Can I get a hoohah sergeant?”
“Hoohah sergeant!” The men chorused.
“Can I get a muthaf*cking hoohah sergeant!?”
“HOOHAH SERGEANT!”
“Mmhmm, that’s right. If any of you SpecOps wanted to see bleeding Soviet ass… today’s your lucky day!”

taps fingers...

The wind was picking up, blowing a mist of powered snow across the pure white bliss. The mountain was getting steeper and steeper, and ice was making the climb even more hazardous. The string of men were just faint cream blots on the landscape as they made slow progress in the below freezing conditions. They were carrying heavy equipment, and even with their extreme fitness the mountain was close to beating them. If it wasn’t for the medics’ ropes and special rations, they would never have finally made it to the summit.

Below them they could see the compound; it was almost too close for comfort. For now, they could not be seen; a large slab of ice was jutting out in front of them. They could only spy the building, obscured by the large wall that ran around it, when they crept 30 metres to the side. They were all exhausted – for now they had no plan of attack, so instead they used the time to rest and recharge.

Captain Naral stood up in front of the resting troops who sat on their spare garments, and revealed his face to the savage air. He strode amongst them, checking up on each man in turn. Many had already received minor injuries like blisters and twisted ankles – the climb was one of the toughest they had ever endured.
“Smith!”
“Yes, sir,” The man replied, standing as quickly as his legs would permit, and saluting.
“Try and patch into Brittania’s frequency. Use the satellite if you can, but please be quick. We need to organise an attack plan very soon, we’re sitting ducks out here.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Garrett, I want you to scout. Keep down and out of sight as much as possible. Report back in a few minutes.”

Still tapping fingers...

Lol, whenever I RP with you I remember that time I changed my post so yours sounded rude. That was hilarious.

Hey, what was that conversation you and I had when I kicked you off that cliff and you landed in a giant jam mine?

V. funny, changing your post so the following one sounds rude.

"Pes"

"yes"

"You're a jerk"

"what?"

"Pes, Cornix Pes?"

"yes"

"You're a jerk, a real asshole."

"what???"

Garrett’s ankle twisted, slipping into a vice-like clamp of two rocks. The pain shot through his muscles like a hot knitting needle digging down to the bone. He managed to suppress a yelp, but his whole bodyweight shifted forward, releasing his foot from the clamp and sending him toppling down the sheer slope. The sheet of ice suddenly stopped, giving way to a 20 foot vertical drop that would end with a slab of jutting rock. Garrett grasped out for something to hold, anything, but it was too late. He dropped from the end, plummeting to an abrupt, cold halt.

The whole world spun and twisted, morphing into a sea of blackness. The pain came first, bursting from his chest like his soul was taking to the air, then from his head. Finally his vision fell back into place, littered by dancing colourful shapes. He managed to move, the air around the slab was full of steam. As he moved into a sitting position he realised it was blood, pouring from a gaping wound on his forehead. He ignored it for now. Even in his concussed state his instincts were his surroundings, he was still out of sight, the slab was jutting upwards allowing just enough cover. No doubt once he moved from his position he would be spotted and gunned down by the malicious terrorists below.

Garrett crawled pathetically to the rim of the rock, just so he could capture a few fragments of the pre-war zone. He saw the barbed wire fence, the half upturned snow and grit that could only hint at mines, underneath. He saw a tall tower, only quickly, he could not tell if it was manned. He then saw the compound itself, huge high walls, with what could have been cameras or guns mounted atop. Finally he saw ants, but they weren’t ants, they were men. Men that swarmed around the area, each armed to the teeth, and each looking for blood. Garrett retreated out of sight and pulled his radio to his mouth, shaking, he spoke.
“Charlie base, come in, this is Sierra one, do you read? Over.”
“Roger Sierra, loud and clear, over.”
“Man down, I repeat, man down! Over!”
“What’s your situation Sierra one? Over.”
“Stranded at co-ordinates yacht-2 alpha 5827. Assistance required, over!”
“Negative Sierra, stay put and out of sight. Ground force will be rendezvousing shortly. Out.”

The thump rang out in the cool air. Ben and Graeme, the soldiers on guard at the watch tower span round to face the noise. Ben got out his binoculars, and looked towards the sound. A black dot appeared, then quickly disappeared again.

"Intruder"

"Yes, I say we kill 'im"

"How?"

"Hmmm." Graeme thought about this one. Tricky. "I know! We wait until someone comes to help him, or he tries to get away, and then we snipe him."

"Cool! Shall we tell the others?"

"Nah, he's ours"

They both crouched down in the sniper position, helmets barely protruding over the barrier, and waited for a kill...

A black dot appeared, then quickly disappeared again.


OOC: He's both camouflaged and a very great distance away. Spotting him was a difficult feat. Sniping him is impossible, as he is behind the jutting rock. Once people come you've got a chance, but we'll be going quickly, possibly abseiling. I'm wondering if you have a rapid fire sniper rifle. :P

OOC: Not that hard to spot when on top of a lonely mountain there is a loud crack and thump as some ice snaps and a man falls down a cliff.

He can't have been that far away as he could see my men without binoculars. Plus, my men were looking at an area of disturbed snow with binoculars.

As for the sniping, I said my men were going to wait to see him again, or others to come. The sniper rifles are not bolt-action, therefore have a fairly high rate of fire.

Anyways, I don't mind about that latest edited post, Ii doesn't really insult me.

Argh, we shall conitnue without him soon.

OOC: Apologies to all for the late arrival I had business to deal with :headbang:

My Tactical operations core consists of two squads comprising of ten marines each they are equiped with the following:

all marines are equiped with the following obligatory equipment unless stated otherwise:

Snow Camoflauge uniform (including banoclava and insulated gloves).
Full Kevlar body armour with ceramic plating (including helmet).
Steel toe capped mountaineering boots with large studs for added grip.
Shatter resistant snow goggles.
Faraday case encaged radio headset with scrambler codes.
Basic medi-pac.
Premium Berretta with silencer and leather holster.
Pava spray.
Combat knife.
Fire proof coating on all equipment.
water proofing.
white contact lenses.
binoculars.
Extensive climbing equipment.
x4 flash bang grenades.
C4 with remote detonator.
x4 frag grenades.
SA 80 Assault rifle with bayonet and Iron sight.


Omega squad:
1) Captain Barrett
- Second premium berretta with silencer
2) Communication officer
- All equipment Faraday cage encased.
- Mobile radio Unit.
- Communications jammer.
- GPS handheld device
3) Medic
- Advanced surgical feild Kit.
- Pain relief drugs.
4) Standard Marine
5) Standard Marine
6) Standard Marine
7) Standard Marine
8) Standard Marine
9) Standard Marine
10) Standard Marine

Delta sqaud:
1) Winter Fox - sniper - :sniper:
- Barrett M82A1 heavy sniper / anti-material rifle
Caliber : .50 BMG
Operation : recoil operated, semi-auto
Magazine : 10 round box magazine
Barrel length : 737 mm / 29"
Total length : 1448 mm / 57"
Weight : 12.9 kg / 28.5 lbs
Rate of fire : -
Sights : 10x scope and iron sights
Muzzle velocity : 854 m/s
Max. effective range : 1830 m / 2013 yard
Accuracy : far above 1 MOA
- Heckler and Koch PSG-1 sniper rifle
* No SA-80 assault rifle *
Bipod for rifle(s)
2) Heavy weapons specialist - Rico - :gundge:
- LAW missile launcher with four reloads
- Magnum Revolver instead of premium Berretta.
3) Demolitions Expert
- EMP Bomb set with remote detonator
- 4 extra blocks of C4 with remote detonator
- Advanced Explosives tool kit
- Advanced electronics tool kit
4) Standard Marine
5) Standard Marine
6) Standard Marine
7) Standard Marine
8) Standard Marine
9) Standard Marine
10) Standard Marine

COMMON BRITOPIA!
OOC: For the record its Britannia and we are far from common.

^^ what are you talking about?

"OK." Dougan pours the purple meths all over the plate, and himself. "Now what do I do?"...

Trevoris: "You need to light it." Trevoris gives a lighter to Dougan. Dougan bends down and lights the methelated spirit.

--BOOOOM--

A ear splitting expolsion rent the air, and a shockwave buffeted nearby guards. Parts of the watch tower were blown half-way across the area. Splinters of wood flew through the air, penetrating a nearby guard. The guard collapsed, clutching a wooden splinter that had peirced his neck, trying to prevent the blood from flowing through his gloved hands.

All that was left of the watchtower was four blackened stumps and a steaming patch of ice at the bottom of a crater. Needless to say, Dougan and Trevoris were no more.

The dull metallic blades of the Helicopter sliced through the air, sunlight dancing between them forging a mirage of blinding colours. The helicopter began a steady decline decreasing in altitude towards the middle of the mountain formation, its destination. Within the depths of the metallic daemon Omega and Delta squad made final preperations for combat. Captain Nick Barrett reached into the pocket of his army issue uniform scrabbling inside it he eventually found what he desired, swiftly producing a silk cloth he began polishing his pistols with affection.

The pilot slowed the speed of the propellers as they embarked on the final approach. The storm spiralled around the sleek dark form of the aerial transport as it hovered seven metres above the ground. "Captain time to disembark, we cannot get any lower" the pilot shouted over the interference. Barret grumbled ranting some obscenity inaudable to human ears. He stood up at the rear of the transport taking up a mantle of authority over the marines within. He cleared his throat and began to speak "Very well Marines it seems that the hour of our destiny is upon us, what you do out there on the field may decide the course of the future. Go swiftly and honourably to your deaths but remember by Heaven and Hell you will be avenged!".

OOC: Welcome to the game, Britannia, ready to kick some soviet ass?

IC time...

Smith's face frowned in concentration as he tried to distinguish the fuzzy sounds across the radio transmitter. His hands were blurs from the countless hours of training, flicking switches and specifying commands. His face flinched with what looked like inquisitive surprise and he turned one last dial to produce radio silence.
"Sir, we have radio contact!" Smith reported, while tugging his earphones over his head once more.

Captain Naral stepped over to the crouching man and gestured with his hand. A small wired device was passed into his palm, and he held it up to his mouth.
"Brittania Specs, this is Cornix, do you read, over?" Just at that moment his radio at his belt crackled and a female voice spoke up.
"Cornix, this is Charlie base, do you copy? Over."
"Captain Naral, loud and clear Charlie base, over."
"You have a man down, I repeat, a man down at co-ordinates yacht-2 alpha 5827. Well out of sight for now, but he says it's pretty hairy down there, over."
"We'll descend by rope and meet up, that's the best bet, over."
"Roger Cornix, right on. Charlie base out."

Captain Naral dropped the device and clipped his radio back onto his belt. He took another swift look at his surroundings and shut his eyes. He took a deep breath of the cold, misty air and then reviewed his situation. Finally he clapped his hands and stepped into the crowd.
"Smith, retain radio contact. Listen up! It's time to move out. Get yourselves ready... it's going to be one hell of a party."

The squads looked out onto the frozen landscape and then un-ceremoniously threw themselves like rag dolls into the cold, hard embrace of ice. Barrett was the first to hit the ground, at first landing on feet first his legs buckling seconds later from the impact and he collapsed to the ground his face submerged in the snow. He could see nothing, his ears clouded by the dull thuds echoing around him which he knew to be his comrades. he dragged himself upwards, forcefully brushing the snow of his pristine uniform. He glanced around as the squadrons began to assemble in an orderley line and begin the treachorous advance up the mountain. Barrett took the lead removing a walking pole from his rucksack slamming his feet into the ice, behind him the communications officer struggled to get to his side. "Captain we're getting a faint signal from the Cornix special forces there is a Captain Naral to speak to you". The radio crackled into life for the first time in an hour, Barrett gripped the reciever with his gloved hand and pressed down the button which would allow him to speak "Greetings Captain Naral its a long way to the top ETA one hour depending on the conditions".

...

As the surrounding men shouldered their packs and readied their weapons, the uplink attached to Captain Naral's radio began to crackle. He grasped it with his icy, gloved hand and held it to his mouth.
"Britannia, this is Cornix, copying loud and clear."
"Greetings Captain Naral, its a long way to the top, ETA one hour depending on the conditions."
"Roger that Barrett, contact via uplink when you summit, we'll descend together."

Naral clipped the radio back onto his belt and quickly scanned the equipment that was layed out in front of him. Reconsidering the options, it would take possibly up to an hour to set up the relays to prove a quick descent.
"Ok! Smith I want you to patch into individual frequencies and get hold of Garret - it's going to be a long wait."